Sundays kill more people than bombs.
I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.
The centuries are sprinkled with rare magic with divine creatures who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us
some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight.
so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another
If you are going to try, go all the way or don't even start. If you follow it you will be alive with the gods. It is the only good fight there is.